A modern poem praising father.
My father is my hero and has never changed in my life.
As a father of eight children, he knows that he has a great responsibility.
When I was a little boy, he looked very tall.
In my eyes, he can do anything, and we know that he has the final say.
His body and mind contain infinite power,
But he is also very gentle, which can make people feel that he is friendly and straightforward.
Many mornings when I was a child, I was awakened by his kisses and songs.
I miss those days very much.
He makes me feel so special, "Miss America" he sang softly.
I know I have a father's love This love gave me the courage to do it and fight for it.
From him, I learned to hold my head high and be proud of myself.
Strength and determination made this excellent man.
Although he is old, his strength keeps him alive.
And his firm determination to let my sick mother get the care she needs and stay in the world.
He loves her, and he loves children, so he has invested many years in his life.
Take care of this woman, his wife and his soul mate.
He struggled day and night for many years for her illness.
I'm afraid a man who is not very strong has already resigned himself.
Although he has his own illness, he is always by her side.
Take care of her and love her until she closes her eyes forever.
Twenty days later, his life came to an end.
I lost my hero, my father and my friend.
After several years, life has become another landscape.
But with Father's Day coming, I want to celebrate his good name.
Pray that he and God in heaven will be with me,
Take care of me, guide me and look down on me proudly.
Because I am my father's daughter, we will meet again one day.
But until then, I will miss him and love him forever.
The second chapter praises his father's modern poems.
There is a festival in June that you and I are familiar with.
But maybe my father won't know.
You are still busy every day.
One's complicated affairs
You don't know that in the hearts of children
Father, what a kind and warm name this is.
You have been silent for so many years.
Outside the secular world
Live a life of obscurity.
You and your mother support each other.
Guard your love that has not turned into love.
Like two red willows in the desert kingdom.
Like two old pine trees on the top of a high mountain.
You are enduring humiliation.
Sow the seeds of love day after day.
Let young and ignorant children suffer day by day
A green hand
You're getting old.
The hair is getting whiter and whiter, and the waist is getting more and more arched.
Time is ruthless.
It stole your youthful and beautiful face.
On such a quiet night
I kept my eyes open in the dark.
I want my poem.
Flying in the sky
I hope you don't frown.
A smiling face that makes you sweet and happy.
Swinging in front of us all year.
You never tell me your troubles.
Because I am your daughter (son)
You never let me see your tears.
Because you don't want me to think
You are weak and incompetent.
But I think of you every night.
I want to tell you everything.
I love you deeply, my father.
Your happiness is my happiness.